Building imagination

Finally, in this wired world so different from the world that existed when I was 7 years old, there's something from that time I can share with youngest son Tony.

Legos.

For Christmas he got modeling clay and Legos.

The Lego set has wheels, oddly shaped pieces and pieces with smooth sides that have various uses. It's not at all like the ones I played with as a kid, which varied only in size and color.

We sat for a long time at the table and constructed cars and buildings and things vaguely shaped like other vehicles and animals. I made a dinosaur, but Tony thought it looked more like just a lumpy building. Informed me that in order to be a T-Rex, it would have to have a larger head and its arms would be smaller.

Anyhow, after we constructed things for a while, we moved on to playing with the cars, buildings, and apparently substandard T-Rex. Races were won and lost and cars and trucks were crashed and rebuilt. But the T-Rex, as it turns out, could hold its own and smashed a couple of Tony's buildings in Godzilla-like fashion.

Already exhibiting a strong mechanical aptitude he didn't get from me, Tony's already seeing that only two things limit what he can create in the long run -- the resources on hand, and the time he has to do it.

You can't beat imagination in action. I can't wait to see what else he does with it as he learns and grows.

Husband Tom and our cat also seem fascinated by the Legos ... but that is another story.